art for me from the exchange

I’m so proud of Disney’s Team of Researchers when it came to making Moana, because it made me, a proud Polynesian girl feel relatable to a Disney character. Now Polynesia consist of many islands, each with their own unique style. I thought it would be nice to share some of the elements used in Moana from my own Polynesian culture, the Maori culture, so that Moana fans can understand the significance or just something new. 

Te Fiti’s Heart

This Spiral Pattern is known as a ‘Koru’ and can be found in many types of Maori Art including: Carvings, Jewellery, Tattoos and Paintings. It is inspired by a plant native to New Zealand known as ‘Ponga’ or ‘The Silver Fern’.

Her Heart is also inspired by a rock precious to our people called ‘Pounamu’ or ‘Green stone’ which is a variant of Jade. We use it mainly for Jewellery nowadays but it was also used to make weapons back in the day. 


A Hongi is a traditional greeting and farewell used by Maori people by pressing noses. It symbolises exchanging the breath of life to one another.

Moana uses the Hongi several times in the movie but her Hongi with Te Fiti seems like the most important and special to me. 

Moana’s Necklace

Moana’s Necklace is made out of a Abalone Shell which we call ‘Paua’ and can be found throughout many countries around the world, however the featured shell here is a type you find in New Zealand  once you polish back its nacre. The shell is used in our arts including: Carvings and Jewellery.

There are so many more elements used in this movie from the other Polynesian Islands that I cannot name but hopefully someone else can add to this post to share our beautiful and rich cultures. 

The professor who teaches metalworking and shop classes gets called the Old Professor, but he isn’t old. At least, he doesn’t look it. He gets called the Old Professor, but he calls himself Sequoia.

Sequoia is eight feet tall, with metal in his eyes and kindness in his hands and silence in his mouth. You’re a psych major without a drop of poetry in your soul but when you first heard his voice, something in your lizard-brain said “this is what a forest’s voice would sound like.”

There are indeed forests, inked into his dark brown arms - woods going up into misty mountains, ancient trees in forests primordial growing amongst ferns the size of houses, twiggy saplings rearing their heads above the fertile ash of pyroclasric flow.

There’s probably iron in the ink, an art major tells you. “Lots,” says another, subdued. “Red caps chased me to the shop building. He caught the leader by the arm and…I saw it burn.”

You don’t believe that, but it makes you shiver anyway. Even if his touch did burn Them, wouldn’t it be from the iron in his skin thanks to his line of work?

Among his red-black locs are iron rings made from old nails, silver rings so pure one of Them grumbled to you that they sing, and beads of green sea-glass and jade and one glittery chartreuse pony bead that Jimothy gave him in exchange for a whole sack of red ones. He’s free with the rings (usually to students) and the glass (usually to Them) but he treasures that damn ugly little plastic bead and you’ve seen him press it lightly to his mouth when he’s thinking.

Sequoia must have been a false name when he chose it. You don’t think anyone on campus would claim it is now. Really, you find that the most telling thing of all - though what it tells, you’re never sure.

But there is kindness in his hands, and welcome in his silence, and when you’ve all but fallen through his doorway with the tang of blood in the back of your throat from running and the sound of hooves behind you (not running; it would have been less frightening if whatever was back there had bothered to RUN) there is tea in his hands too, and you feel the hollow in your chest begin to heal as you pour out your story and your terror to a watchful face full of quiet interest and altogether free of judgement.



Updated commissions!

No slots this time! 

Contact me here on tumblr or via!

Simple sketch: portrait, bust, half-body, couple

base price 14 EUR

Coloured portrait with a background: bust, half-body

base price 50 EUR

Coloured portrait with a flat background:

base price 40€

Tarot style card: single or a couple

- base price 90 EUR. Extra character (couple) + 15 EUR. Price may rise depending on the complexity of the card.


- nudity, erotica is ok. Explicit sex is not.
- please have your visual references ready either as links in your e-mail, a character page with appropriate visual references, or reference files. Sending me only a character tag will simply not do.
- I will not draw furry, mecha, or anything I’m uncomfortable with.
- no visible pregnancy
- no questionable consent
- I generally work quickly, but life can be unexpected. I will let you know if there’ll be delays.
- I will not allow my art to be used commercially. Editing the art you commissioned from me (as in graphics, aesthetic posts, avatar etc) is allowed, as long as credit is given.


 I will send you a rough sketch for you to approve if you’re commissioning tarot, and I will send a nearly completed thumbnail for you to review. If happy, then we’ll exchange currency. I will send you an invoice once you’re happy with the preview of your commissioned piece. I generally do not send progress pics of portraits and sketches, but I send out previews of nearly finished works that you can review and that can be edited.

Contact me:

anonymous asked:

Do you need to spam my dash with begging for money?

Originally posted by think-imfinally-clean

Asks like these are why anonymous submissions have been off until now. 

This is the ONLY time I will indulge in a message like this, so pay attention.

Patreon is an exchange of pledges and services, just like any other art gig. It’s the farthest thing from “begging for money”, considering I work my ass off for the food on my table. 

You pledge money to support me, I give you a crap-ton of artwork. That’s literally how this works, ask any of my Patrons.

I pay for university myself.
I pay my bills by myself.
I pay for my transition by myself.

I don’t beg. 
I NEVER beg.
I work.

This post ain’t meant to be a “oh, woe is me, starving artist” like.. pity party. It’s a reminder of my reality and my frank response to this message I honestly shouldn’t even be indulging. 
Still, I need to make this perfectly clear.
If you’re sick of me promoting my Patreon, unfollow. It’s as simple as that, pal. 


anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by a8ustd

You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.

You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.

These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

hey, don’t do this.

Nineteen of my albums are available to download on bandcamp for free. I do this because I want my art to be as accessible as possible to whoever wants it. Because of this, I don’t make anything close to a livable wage from my music. The few things that I do charge for never cost more than $1 and always become free a few months after their initial release.

Fucking please excuse me for asking a dollar in exchange for the art i’ve invested six hours of labor per day into for the last three years.

Last of the Legion and Chill

My personal take on how movie night should have gone for Ryder and Reyes. I mean, that last piece of the quest is on Kadara, so why not??? You know damn well that Reyes would have gotten that movie for Ryder, and invited himself on board in exchange.

Art by @mmmerchedesi

Read the whole thing on AO3


“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” It was an easy answer, she didn’t have to think about it, that fixation she had with him always bringing her back to Kadara.

The tug of a smile at his lips and the gentle ease of his eyes reminded her so much of that look on his face when they shared their quiet night on the rooftops of the port. “Then I’ll stay. If the Pathfinder allows it.”

“She allows it,” she breathed without looking away from him. An embarrassing heat rose in her face from the depth of his stare. There was just enough light in the room to illuminate the golden hazel of his eyes, pulling her in, drowning her in the depths of their color. Too many things were going through her brain. Memories. Fantasies. Kitt blamed the alcohol and it drew her eyes back down to the glass in hand. They were supposed to have a professional relationship. He was supposed to be a contact. But he wasn’t. Everyone at the Nexus would frown at what she was doing in Kadara, but screw all of them. Not once did she have a choice in where her life was going. This was going to be her choice. Reyes was her choice, whatever consequences it would bring.

“You’re thinking too hard about something.” Amusement laced his whiskey heavy words. A gentle finger tapped the bottom of her chin, drawing her eyes from her own drink to the smuggler at her side. She could just drown in those eyes. Liquid gold, melting her down until nothing was left but that molten heat in her chest. “It is difficult to resist the temptation to kiss you right now.”

“Then why are you resisting?” Her words came out breathier than she intended, but the whiskey was doing its work. Liquid courage, sure enough.

A laugh bubbled up from his lips, dark and husky as he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of her cheek. “You’re something else, Kitt.” He brushed a thumb over her lip tauntingly slow. The moment was lingering. Too long. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Either kiss me or pour me another glass of whiskey, Shena.”


You wrote “Ishvalan Edward” I read “Angst”

In the end December wound up being a much more busy month than expected so I had to reluctantly drop out from one of the two secret santas I’d joined >o< I’m glad I stuck with this one though, always down for some good ol’ angst! 

ID #79139

Name: Sam
Age: 19
Country: Germany

I’m looking for someone I can exchange letters with. I want to talk about everything that comes to our mind. It should be a mail exchange that goes far beyond superficiality and without any pressure to respond the next day or to write the most beautiful letter with the most beautiful drawings and gifts.
My MBTI type is INFJ. I love and enjoy reading, listening to music (metal/classic), period dramas, history, photography, nature, spirituality, deep conversations, cats, tea, everything nostalgic and vintage, watching films, learning new languages, art and eating chocolate.
This is only a tiny part of me. If you have similar interests and want to get to know me better, then feel free to contact me! I’d love to hear from you :)

Preferences: Preferably around my age and from Europe :)


“Kenma, who do you like more?? Your typhlosion or me?”

“… Do you really want me to answer that?”

Identity reveals are up, so here’s my prompt fulfillment for theneoneevee from the HQ summer hols exchange! Alright alright alright.

anonymous asked:

Not sure if you're still on this thing but you were the reason I got into photography and I have my first shoot with a stranger this Saturday and nerves are killing me. Any words of wisdom? Advice? I'll take anything you can give I swear even if it's just a 'chill'.

  • Keep your camera in your hand this week if you have little gaps of free time. Your first shoot is a big deal, you want to feel as acquainted with it as possible.
  • Practice on friends and family if they’re willing. Doesn’t have to be anything special but it’ll help immensely if you can shoot around casually with them in a setting similar to or identical your shoot this weekend.
  • Clean your gear Friday night. Before big shoots, I like to lay all of my stuff out, look at it, touch it, clean it, just kind of re-acclimate myself with my camera and lenses. Take your time with it, this should be the calm before Saturday. 
  • Go through the camera menus, make sure your settings are locked in. Make sure your batteries are charged, memory card(s) packed.
  • Use your camera the way you’re most comfortable doing so. If you want to shoot auto, shoot auto. If you want to go manual, aperture priority, whatever, make sure its what you’re most familiar with. I’m not sure if you’re charging them, but in either case, when you shoot with someone be it a friend or stranger, it’s an exchange of effort and time, two very valuable resources. Your job when you show up is to perform to your best ability, and having your camera play to your strengths is a good way to ensure you do that. 
  • Message the person Friday morning/afternoon to confirm the shoot. Even if they’ve said that things are all set on their end, double check. I’ve had countless shoots cancelled on me last minute for a variety of reasons, so make sure things are set in stone beforehand.

Reach out to them some time tomorrow and try to spark some light conversation. The reason you feel kind of distant from them is because quite frankly, you don’t know them. The idea isn’t to find out everything there is to know about them before the shoot, but to kind of have a virtual ice breaker talk. You want the pleasantries and introductions out the way before you actually meet. What this does is it allows you both to relax and jump right into things as opposed to meeting, shaking hands, the “nice to see you” exchanges, maybe a couple awkward seconds here or there while you decide where to start shooting, and things like that. Be causal, start it off like “hey! how’s it going?” and take it from there. 

Everything above is how I began and continue to develop my approach to shooting. I’ve always maintained that while this is a large part of my well being and ability to maintain the quality of life I strive for, it’s also not just business to me. I’m far to emotional, naturally invested, and passionate to treat an art form that I’m in love with, as just a business. Not knocking others that do, that’s just my way of going about it, which is just an extension of my personality. I’m as good as I am because I gave a shit about aspects of photography many people don’t bother to care about. Whether it be the actual shoot or the editing, my growth is a direct result of me caring. 

I’m not on Tumblr much these days. I’ve lost almost all desire to be on the site itself. I do have email notifications enabled for asks and mentions and if I see one that’s important or time sensitive, I try to take care of it as soon as I can with the care and attention it deserves. I’m still shooting for now, albeit a lot less than before, but if there’s anything else you need feel free to email me at That email is also my iMessage so you can text me there if you’re on an Apple device. 

No amount of guidance I give you or advice you can find elsewhere will measure up to what you’ll gain from simply shooting. Shoot whenever you can, how much ever you can until you reach the point where what once seemed unattainable is the new definition of settling. Do not give up. Don’t let last minute cancellations, no shows, or greedy and unappreciative people you work with to deter you from continuing to improve. This one shoot could be the beginning of the rest of your life. 

Thank you for allowing me to play such a instrumental part in you getting into photography. I’ve never really been able to put into words what that feels like but I’m extremely grateful.

Good luck


Thoughts While Playing The Freshman Book 4, Chapter 1: Rockin’ Down the Highway

BOOK 4 IS HERE?! ALREADY? I love it. Pixelberry, you guys rock.

The cover art is amazing. Everyone looks so chill. Zig is coming along! James is looking so relaxed (No plaid! No blazer!)! Chris is so cute! Kaitlyn’s adorable! Aaaahhhh! No Abbie and Tyler though? Right. They were going to visit each other right, and meet each other’s parents? :)

Oooh is this MC’s room? It’s so pink and green!

So Mom’s asking if we’re seeing that cutie again (James, in my main MC’s case). And now she’s reminding us to use protection. AAAACK! AWKWARD. (Tell that to Party Twin, Mommy.)

So we can’t fit all our stuff into our own luggage… I choose sunflower seeds (for snacks!) and the car repair kit (practical choice!).

Wait, what? We can borrow Mom’s luggage and bring everything for 48 diamonds? Wow. That’s hefty. :( Oh well. I go for it anyway. So everything fits into Mom’s suitcase.

She’s dropping us off on campus? So does that mean that we canon just live a few hours away from wherever Hartfeld is? Darn. I had HC’d my MC to live in Chicago and that’s nowhere near the East Coast (Peru timezone is the peg!).

Zig’s waiting at the quad. Ooh he and MC have been hanging out during the first month of summer? Nice! I wonder how the exchange goes for those dating him!

Zack’s here. So that was his van on the cover art.  It sure looks beat up.

But OMG the inside is so cool. I LOVE ’60s stuff so seeing the back of the van made me gasp. I so badly want to be part of this road trip for realz. Far out! Radical! Tubular! Hahaha. :)

AND they’re going to the Aurora Music Festival in California?! Sounds soooo good. *suddenly misses going to music festival for real* *LOL* Nothing like a video game to remind me of how lame my summer is!

No wonder Zack’s been kinda touchy during the trip. He and Brandon broke up. Nooooo0o0o0ooooo0o0o0o0oo0.

“Maybe it’s time for me to grow a little. Cultivate myself as a person, do things just for me… You know?” - Zack

I support this 100%, Zack. You do NOT need to be in a relationship to define who you are. GO. FOR. IT.

Do we spend diamonds to make Zack feel better? Sure, why not. 20 diamonds is what it takes. “Maybe we can help you take your mind off him.”

So what happens? They play 20 Questions, trying to guess who Zack is thinking of. It’s… Brandon. Hahaha. No surprise. MC takes out her joke book (from Mom’s suitcase) and begins cracking jokes. Bad puns, more like it. So Zig and MC move to the back of the van and rummage through Uncle Dan’s stuff instead.

What they find: rare vinyl from the ‘60s and ‘70s, Uncle Dan’s record (he was part of the band “Superclimb”), a guitar with the signatures of George Harrison, Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan… damn, Uncle Dan. You ROCK. I like you so much already.

MC tells Zack: “Maybe it’s time for you to find your passion.” After a little back and forth, Zack agrees he’s going to stop moping and do his best to enjoy the next few weeks. YAY, ZACK! We love you!

MC’s phone rings. It’s Kaitlyn calling from Texas, sharing the great news that she got her report card from Hartfeld — and that she got all A’s. Woohoooo! We’ll see her in a week’s time too!

And now we’ve made it to Maine. YAY!

The end.

Final thoughts:
Oh, WOW. Book 4 is HERE. Can you believe it!!?!?! So it looks like we’re picking up each friend from their hometown. First, Chris. Then, Kaitlyn. Then, James. I guess! So exciting. :) I can’t wait to find out what happens next! Thank you Pixelberry for releasing this book sooner than we had anticipated! :)

trans/gnc star trek fanwork exchange

hey y’all! 

I’m trying to get more trans/gnc star trek fanworks going around. so I put this together pretty quickly and I only have a little experience of running exchanges like this on my own but I think it’ll be fun and work out!

fanworks being anything from digital art, traditional art, fanfiction, crafts, and anything else you can think of. if it’s physical then you can work it out with your partner if they are willing to send it to you if you want it sent to you. 

there’s really no set deadline on this, i’m just going to close it off when it gets to a point where there’s plenty of people for me to match up. if this is successful I’ll do more in the future though!

the only requirements are that you are committed to finishing your fanwork for your partner you are matched with and that you are in some way trans/non-cis/gnc. 

I’ll be sending you and your partner each other’s info when everyone is matched up and y’all will take it from there! 

when you’re done with your fanworks, please post then @ or tag this blog in it so it can be reblogged here and get the attention it deserves.

if you’re interested, please fill out this google form!

feel free to reblog and tell your friends! 

anonymous asked:

I really love AU fics, so I want to know what are your favourites (chaptered). But like really AU changing a lot the story (like That's Not My Name, You Don't Even Know Me, Half Blade and Half Silk... you know what I mean?) And I'm sending you love and luck <3

Thanks love :’) I’m sending both right back! ♥

Listen, you are lucky you only asked for chaptered fics, because otherwise this would be like 10 times longer (not that it’s not long as it is lmao). Have fun!

P.S. Those 3 you named are some of my favorites too, but I feel like I still need to list them anyway, I’m sure someone else will appreciate it ;)


  • Half Blade and Half Silk by smokeshop ✓
    uni!au; Isak’s friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won’t stop calling Isak baby and Isak’s bad at pretending to hate it. College AU where Isak’s past is a little more colorful but Even still won’t leave him alone.

  • the city of illusions, the city of yearning by elisewin
    Summary: The whole point of going on a student exchange program is to meet people from different countries, learn about different cultures and so on. Isak, of course, falls in love with another Norwegian while in Rome. 

  • torches (life’s too short) by xxLeviBech
    Summary: “My mom used to tell me my thoughts would pour out of my ears if I kept thinking too hard.” Isak threw back another fry, keeping his gaze down. “That’s pretty fucked up, man.” Even deadpanned, making Isak snap his head up in a laugh .“Fuck you,” He giggled, tossing one of the soggier ones at Even and being decidedly unimpressed when he caught it in his mouth. Or, a canon divergence AU in which Isak’s childhood is exponentially more severe – where he can’t remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It’s fine, he’s fine. It wasn’t for his friends, though; and that’s how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It’s also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that’s… exactly what he is.

  • with love, from anonymous by cosetties & iriswests
    Summary: secret admirer!au; Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose.

  • in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle ✓
    Summary: wrong number!au; “I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description"… Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana.

  • i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.

  • I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: childhood friends!au; “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

  • love and condoms by kassie ✓  
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him.

  • super rich kids by koolranchkidz
    Summary: The van was parked on the side of the empty city street, next to an apartment building. The sun had begun to peek out from behind the horizon and the streetlight had been turned off for the past ten minutes. Even heard Jonas grunt, “Fucking finally! Jesus-” from the front seat. He turned to face the other car window and froze in his spot at the sight. He saw a boy coming down the apartment stairwell lugging an over-packed, black suitcase lazily behind him with one hand. In his other hand, the boy was holding a cup of KB coffee with drips of brown down the sides. He couldn’t make out the boy’s face from that far away, but going by his body language, Even could tell he was exhausted. Or: In which Jonas is rich as fuck and takes The Boysquad™ to the Bahamas after graduation, and many, many things happen.

  • I feel it when you look at me by photographer_of_thoughts
    Summary: blind!Even; “Did you hear about the new guy?“ Jonas asked, motioning over to the other side of the cafeteria. Isak looked up and became rather breathless at the sight of the tall, blonde, and totally gorgeous boy wearing sunglasses. Wait. Sunglasses? Inside? "Must suck to be the new transfer and blind. I hope someone is helping him find all his classes.” Or, Isak and Even learn to see each other.

  • making new clichés by strangetowns
    Summary: childhood friends!au; They are young teenage boys who don’t have jobs, and thus don’t have money except for when they beg their parents for allowances. The stunning lack of creativity that goes into their activities just goes without saying. What doesn’t go without saying is this - Even doesn’t care that they don’t do anything exciting. They could be lying on their backs for hours watching the ceiling and he’d still rather be there than anywhere else in the world. As long as Isak is there, he will have a good time. This is a thing he knows to be true. - In this universe, Isak and Even are best friends. Some things are different; some things stay exactly the same.

  • Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife
    Summary: fake dating!au; Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex’s wedding.

  • WAKE UP! by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: Even can’t stop having dreams about this strange boy. He’s never seen him before. But why does it feel like he’s the only person that ever mattered? Or: Even has no idea who Isak is but he still loves him aka EvenDreams!AU

  • don’t you keep it all to yourself by colazitron
    Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak starts buying daily coffees before school at Kaffebrenneriet around the corner because it tastes better than the coffee in the cafeteria and keeps his hands warm. But mostly because the barista is heart-stoppingly cute. Or: An AU in which Even didn’t need to repeat his last year and instead started working at the coffeeshop Isak passes on his way to school every morning.

  • i hate your face, it makes my heart skip a beat by Bellakitse
    Summary: HateToLove!au & tutoring!au; Isak is failing History and his friends have the great idea that their new friend Even should tutor him. It’s perfect except Isak doesn’t like Even or the way his stupid face makes his stomach flip.

  • Those, who could not hear the music. by UniversalParadox_13
    Summary: In this story, Isak and Even are ballet students and collide while preparing for a play they’ll be performing in. It’s odd and exhilarating, and does not make sense to their yearning bodies and vulnerable hearts, until it does. But Even is in a steady relationship and Isak has no place for love his life, so there is that.

  • The Comments Below by DickAnderton ✓
    Summary: youtubers!au; Isak is a notoriously lazy gamer living with lgbt icon Eskild. When they invite youtube sensation Even Bech Naesheim over for a collaboration, #Evak is born. But it is not only their viewers who are falling in love.

  • That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ✓
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.

  • I’m Not in Love by cuteandtwisted ✓
    Summary: uni!au; Isak was not in love. Nope. Not even close. Or: Even never transferred to Nissen in his third year, so they meet in college instead. Uni AU in which Isak doesn’t believe in love but Even Bech Næsheim won’t stop kissing him. 

(✓ - completed fics)

Werewolf Promptio is a go!

So, if you’ve been following closely, an anon prompt from a few days ago has had me considering writing a Promptio fic featuring werewolf!Gladio. 

Whelp, I thought it through, and while I won’t fill the request exactly as anon wanted, y’all are gonna get a whole freaking AU with backstory and plot and character development and. Yeah. It’s the only way I could wrap my head about Prompto getting fucked by a werewolf so. There you have it. 

Enjoy Part 1 under the cut! (totally SFW…for now) (and tagging @achryathesecond for all the input and advice and oodles of knowledge <3) 

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Things I know to be True (Kim Yugyeom)

Originally posted by jypnior


Word Count: 1,428

Genre: Fluff


Hi, so I was watching a TED talk and this woman was talking about making a list of ten things you know to be true without thinking about and I decided to write about it, also at the request of a friend^^ I’m sorry if this was cheesy but I am a generally cheesy person so I apologize lol  also I’m shit at ending things sorry, I’m also not good at poetry and I wrote the poem at the end. Anywho, hope you enjoy it!

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i updated my commission price list!
here’s some additional info:

Art technniques/programs i use

  • MSPaint (i can do pixel art for icons)
    ((the Gyarados piece is an example of MSPaint art))
  • PaintToolSai
  • Traditional media of various nature (of this you will receive only the digital copy, i wont send you by mail the piece)
    ((the Gilmore piece is an example of my traditional art))

“Will do”s

  • Fanarts (depending if the original creator allows it)
  • Ocs (with detailed references)
  • Anthro
  • (not extreme) Gore

“Won’t do”s

  • nsfw
  • very complicated and extreme architectures
  • more than 3 or 4 pannels comics

“Will do but at an higher price than the default”s

  • Complicated armors ( ex: Genji Shimada’s armor )
  • Multiple Characters and/or big scenes (ex: a campfire with more than 2 ocs)
  • Specific backgrounds ( ex: “i want Florence behind my oc!”)
  • Work that requires me an intensive research and/or needs a lot of personal creativity to create (ex: an oc character sheet where most of the items/armor/equip has not an official or aviable reference and it needs me to create it from scratch)


  1. I will very likely send many wips and screens to get your approval ™ before continuing
  2. Having developped multiple styles in these years, i will automatically chose one of mine. If you’s like your commission to be a SPECIFIC art style you saw on my artblog, link me such artpiece in the email you will write to contact me
  3. If you feel i am forgetting your commission, feel free to contact me and remind me
  4. i will send screenshots/photos of the work done and i will send the files in HD AFTER i recieved the agreed payment.

The email address I will use to store all the information about your commission, and from where I will (probably)contact you during the time of our exchange is:

i am also aviable on twitter by DMs

Thank you for had considered commissioning me/acutally commissioned me/ or just passing by.
BYE *3*